NineteenStudio 4 Granada Studios. Manchester, the day of the recording
'How in God's name did I end up here on this stage, Henry is thinking. 'I didn't even put my hand up, never volunteer, my Dad used to say, but here I am and this is spooky. Dead spooky. Scary, even.'
A SINGLE BELL TOLLS A DEATH KNELL. Donnnnggggg,
The studio lights dim.
Donnnnggggg. The death knell tolls again, echoing around the studio walls.
Donnnnggggg 'For whom the bell tolls,' Charlie whispers, quoting John Donne, 'it tolls for thee. For thee and me, Selene.'
Donnnnggggg. The lights dim further, the studio now in almost total darkness. A whispered susurration swirls around the audience like a Mexican wave.
Donnnnggggg. A spotlight spears out of the darkness; Charlie and Selene stand at the back of the studio
